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... too-skinny torso and bulky chest loomed from the darkness. It took one look at me, turned and scampered into the darkness as I charged. I refused to let it
escape. Another roar burst from my throat as I called Cloven Crash, and it froze mid-bound.
A sweep of my claymore rent it in half, and a bellow of triumph served to chase more of these beasts back into the woods.
These were not crude, vaguely intelligent monsters. The tools they carried were of decent ...
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